I picked up Tiger 10 a few weeks ago and convinced Big C and T to pick it up also. So we've gotten in to the habit of getting drunk and playing "one-ball" on Friday and/or Saturday nights. Last Friday afternoon, per protocol, I get a text message from Big C (also sent to T) setting up a "date" to play XBox later in the evening. I accepted, but Friday evening around 7-ish, Jackie and I decided to go get dinner. I sent a message that I would be home by 9 and we'd play then. Big mistake.
Big C and T had already started drinking and were playing 1 vs. 100 while waiting for me to join them for some Tiger. However, dinner ran later than expected and we also stopped at Meijer to pick up some groceries before going home. Long story short, I didn't make it home 'til 10:30. However, Big C, not being one to let my tardiness go unnoticed, decided to leave me a few drunken voicemails.
The first was promptly at 9PM, my original time to return home from dinner. He then called back at 9:30, at which time I did answer the phone and DID explain to him that I was at Meijer and would be home shortly. He was obviously drunk when I talked to him, but I was certainly enjoying the conversation. Then again, he called back at 10:01 PM to leave another voicemail 'cause I had not yet met them online to play XBox. I find it interesting to note that, while apparently drunk in his first voicemail, he is exponentially drunker in his second, only one hour later. He rambles about jerking each other off in the circle of trust.
Gotta love Big C. And you gotta love the fact that I was sober and have the technology to save and post my voicemails to the web. Enjoy...
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